She felt passion touch her with silent motion, drawn together in unaccountable flow between people.
Passion Touch Her
Lonely Bird
She was a lonely bird full of unchanging melancholy. She felt a terrible appeal to detach from everything.
Familiar Feeling
Regret was a familiar feeling, a comfortable blur of thoughts that felt hopeless.
Peaceful
Peaceful. Just one word. It was exactly how I felt.
Every Emotion
Filled with joyous abandon, he whispered her name and she felt every emotion all at once.
Loneliness
Sometimes, in my mind, the warm dark loneliness was the most poignant form that I felt.
